User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20161105020331/@comment-3135907-20190629052744

Seasons of silence and solitude had carved their mark in Lerro. A buried spring of thoughts and words bubbled out of the old rabbit as the two lay back lazily and let the Moss do its work below. "Ah tail ye, lad. 'Tez nought mooch in t'is wearld t' compare wi' a warm evenin' breeze an' guid vittles. Speakin' o' whech, thear's a peck o' the like in that 'aversack in the bow. Wouldn't be entirely a bad idea t' make shure those plum scones an' lemon snapdragon fizz're still pass muster." He pointed with a raised arm that he dropped sluggishly again to his small round belly.